All in Orange: Written in Orange, because the black pen died!

Great all I have is orange pen to write with and I'm sure I will have to take a picture just to prove to you that I did. The time sponsored by the shit Sony Ericsson phone I have in my hand is 13:39 and sod the seconds. The date would be the 28th of October 2010 and it is 3 days from Halloween. I am currently heading (on the slow train) towards liverpool; I was going for myself just to have a wander and maybe see a film. But as usual there's always something. First I dropped off my bike in the shop to be checked over; picked up a receipt off my sister (will explain shortly) and went to see my mother who is recently out of hospital. But now on my way after a 4hr diversion. Okay sister and receipt - she would like me to pick up a cover for the twin pram she has bought - the size is unknown - whether it is boxed or bagged and still it may be a problem to carry around? Which mostly is fecking lovely!

I hate trains that only have two carriages and a shit load of people pile on; what up with that? I even moved quickly to get another seat that was not going backwards - not the seat the train, wait not the train going backwards, the seat was backwards - is that right? Anyway I prefer to looking forward, the direction that the train is going. Right I can't believe I am travelling...

...wait? Lost train of thought while listening to a conversation behind me... Oh that's it! I can't believe I am writing in orange pen; it's making my eyes go funny *and TBH it's making eyes go funny while type it up, I keep losing where I am! Ha! It has been interesting typing this up, I even knew it would cause me trouble typing it up!*

It looked so nice this morning - it's so dull and I think its gunna piss down, which would be fecking awesome and the icing on the cake of my epic adventure today (sarcasm much?). Oooo! not far till I'm actually in liverpool and I need to remember that liverpool starts with a capital "L". Erh Edge Hill! Has a shite unversity. No one been round to check tickets, the train is tiny; C'mon don't be a lazy bastard! Why should we bother to buy one? God my hair is getting long, it looks like my hair has been spiked; bardum chu! Should get up as I may get crushed by peeps getting off the train - Ahh!

Something that made me laugh -

Child: "Can I have one of those balloons"

Mother: "No, that's just so you know where the stall is"

For fuck sake let the child have a balloon, you evil bitch!

Well I survived the rain, meaning there was none. Had a look at the Victoria Gallery - no wonder I've never been, it's shite; well not shite, just not much to do or look at. The best part is the TATE HALL GALLERY - it has creatures in jars and animal skeletons everywhere, fossils and soils; that bit was very interesting - but as for everything else, not so good. the architecture of the building was quite cool and authentic.